August 14, 2014

5:10.  That's when I woke up (I'd set my alarm for 5:45).  Interesting, very, very interesting.  But not very funny. <á la "Laugh In").  Oh,mama...that fan is blowing in some mighty cold air.   Love these dark mornings... That's when I always did my yoga practice: up at 5:13.  I'd like to return to that, but it means earlier bed times.

Work was divine...much better than expected, actually.  I was in C102, group therapy and then with a kindred spirit, The Right Sister.  I love that I have two separate sisters here on campus: a Wonder Twin and the Right (Play on the Wright brothers).  Something is obviously working.


Headed to class and returned a phone call to my mom.  The conversation drifted to chanterelle  (Schwammerl) mushrooms, because I loved mushroom hunting in Austria and my aunt would make this fabulous schwammerl goulash with what we discovered.  I know there are areas not far from here where these mushrooms grow.  My mom said “Just go up to Tahoe and ask someone about mushrooms.”  I made a joke about having the ask the right kind of local due to variations here and make sure I didn’t ask at a music fest, but she didn’t get the joke  and then went off on being very careful so I wouldn’t get the poisonous kind.  Please, lady.  I was hunting at age 8.  I know my chanterelles.  I hope I never miss those types of jokes with my kids…not that we tell drug jokes, but we are witty with the testes.

After I hung up with my mom I thought about rearview mirrors.  More specifically how people decorate them.  At this point the only thing I have hanging from mine are various parking IDs and my school lanyard, but it has, at one time or another, carried sentimental objects:  the homecoming item, the handcuffs, panties (once, for a brief moment in time.  I think it was a pair of unused thongs I was dared to hang there)I never had the graduation tassel (I was in boarding school and we didn’t get those).  I love the personalities that are reflected in rear-view mirror decor…except for mine during those difficult days…it made me look like an over sexed teen when in actuality, I was struggling so hard to find any worth in myself and thought sex was the only way to get it for that brief period.  Humph.  Funny how Universe works: so full of self-hate and promiscuous in my seventeens versus love myself more than ever before and my sex life is mimicking the California drought, though my drought is by choice.   <beaming>  See how I connected with my sex life and rear-view mirrors???  ;)

Realized today that I *really* need to work on my facial expressions when I am listening to people..though I know in “a real situation” I would monitor it, but my eyebrows are quite active and people have frequently commented how they love watching my facial expressions.  This could be a bad thing in the wrong situation. ;)  Headed home a different route so I wouldn‘t be stuck in all the road work like last week.  I enjoy this route as it is like a nostalgic trip back to Texas:  big lots and ranch style houses…I could be anywhere in Texas.  Quick grocery stop where I noticed with delight that there was no thigh friction happening.   Screw” good thing,” no thigh friction is a GREAT thing….  And on that note, good night.

Picture: Sunset from a few nights ago because I have so much trouble with getting the pictures here that I couldn't find the rad pic I had for tonight. <bang head against wall>